Page 140 of Make the Play

He kisses a trail over me and starts tugging everything off—my panties, his boxers, everything until we’re bare and pressed against each other. His hand trails back down, sliding through my pussy.

“Gonna make you come on my fingers first,” he murmurs, biting down on my bottom lip. “Get you all messy, just the way I like you.”

I let out a strangled sound that might be a curse, but I’m already so close I don’t even care.

“Been dreaming about this,” he husks, watching his hand move. “You stretched around me again, taking everything I give you. That look on your face when I ruin you.”

“Chase—fuck—”

He pumps harder, thumb circling my clit, and then I’m falling, shaking apart in his arms as I come with a muffled cry against his shoulder.

But he doesn’t give me time to recover, just flips me onto my stomach. “On your knees, baby.”

I obey without thinking, my cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air.

“Condom?” he murmurs, already reaching for his drawer.

“Yeah,” I manage. “Unless you’re trying to knock me up with a fourth babysitting client.”

He chokes a laugh, then he’s tearing the foil, rolling it on, and settling behind me.

“Look at you,” he says, running a hand over my back. “So fuckin’ good like this.”

Then he slowly pushes inside me, and we both groan. A palm pushes in between my shoulder blades, another steadying at my hip.

“You feel like heaven,” he mutters. “Like fuckinghome.”

“God, Chase—”

Every snap of his hips knocks a cry from my mouth, as one hand slides down to circle my clit, the other anchoring me in place.

“Sooo wet,” he groans. “Dripping for it. You like it when I fuck you like this, Zo? Bent over and moaning?”

“Yes—God, yes—don’t stop—”

“Not a fucking chance,” he bites out, thrusting hard enough that I jolt forward on the bed.

His pace turns punishing, and I can’t think, can’t breathe. I’m just a mess of sensation and sound. But then he slows. Teases. Rolls his hips in deep, grinding circles that make my legs shake.

“Chase, please—”

“What's that, Zo?” His voice is gravelly against my ear. “You begging now?”

“Yes,please, I need—”

“Oh, youneed?” he echoes, voice laced with amusement. “Need me to fuck you like this?” He slams into me again. “Need me to make this pussy weep for my cock?”

I choke out a moan, back arching as I clench around him. He must feel how close I am, because suddenly he’s ruthless again, chasing it with me.

“Tell me,” he grits out. “Tell me who’s fucking you like this.”

“You—Fuck, Chase, it’s you—”

“Yeah, baby. Me,” he groans. “No one else gets this. No one else makes you come like I do.” He slams into me again. “Now come for me and soak my cock.”

I shatter with a cry, thighs clenching, body convulsing as pleasure rockets through me. I hear him curse before he follows me over the edge, muttering filthy praise into my spine and unraveling with me. I’m still catching my breath when I feel him smirk against my skin.

Cocky bastard.

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